jeans and a t-shirt were too boring for me today, but i was made fun of by the older lady in the coffee shop with two fake knees. i felt awkward everywhere today after that, the Perfect Cup, the mall, and Panera. nowhere is carrying sunglasses yet and every pair of mine are almost too scratched up to wear. i cringe at the thought of buying them online and having to pay shipping.

in a similar vein of feeling awkward, i feel more like enid from ghost world every day, but the one from the graphic novel not the one from the movie. i feel like all i need is a catwoman mask and we'd be the same person. i feel trapped in this body with these clothes and this miserable haircut.

starting to rethink my grand new year's resolution of Not Doing Anything to My Hair. it really is awful, more so than before because now it's like a mullet on the bottom and john lennon on the top. simply terrible. one of our regulars at the Publick House is a hairdresser, says i should let her fix up my hair, "put some texture in it so it doesn't fall so flat."
it's not that i don't want to go get my hair done, it's that i'm too embarrassed to let a professional get up-close to my haircut. no thank you, i say politely, i'll suffer through this one.

also helping my current predicament is that i accidentally poked myself in the eye last night, and pretty good too. it's all pink and it hurts when i close it. wonderful.
hopefully it'll either be fine by tomorrow, or have blossomed into a full-blown broken blood vessel, so that it's all red and horrifying, the whole eye, red. might as well continue in that vein, the "i look an absolute mess" vein.
hell, if i had a horror movie eye i'd bust out the red lipstick just to match it.
just to remind myself how bad it sucked.





















seriouslyyyy.
caitlyn.